Monday, October 01, 2007
Hippo barfday again
This is me at around 4, I think. A lot cuter than I am at forty. I've learnt a lot since then. These days I know the sight of me with a mop would be sweet, but I'm buggered if anyone can catch me willingly holding one.
Thanks for the well wishes, peoples. I'm having a ripper of a birthday. I was given the DVDs of Red Dwarf (series 1) and Life on Mars, and for books I got Life Class by Pat Barker and Lirael by Garth Nix (advertising your wants on Facebook really works!).
Colonel Duck fulfilled my wish to get power tools for my birthday by giving me a Dremel with lots of attachments. Yay! And Lady Duck gave me nice bottlebrush bushes to plant in the garden, which pleases me no end because I've made friends with the feisty wattlebird who visits every year when the current bottlebrush blooms and is not scared of the cats at all.
And there have been other nice gifts, some of which I'm wearing. Best Beloved is taking me jewellery shopping in the next week or so, as he wants to buy me something meaningful that I'll wear lots, and he feels it would be a more successful gift if I pick it out for myself! I hate to say it, but he's probably right. He's lovely, but taste is not his strong point. On our first date he was wearing nice black shiny shoes and a black t-shirt with tie-dyed pink and white jeans. Ahem. I got rid of those (and a few other iridescent nasties in his wardrobe) quite quickly.
We had a nice time at Floriade today, although missed the kangaroos, sadly. I did take some beaut shots of this year's gnome-painting competition, and I'll put them up soon. Right now I feel a bit sunstruck, so I think it's time for a bit of a bex and a lie-down. Must be all those years creeping up on me... (older friends guffaw NOW.)